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I cough, I bleed, I feel the world closing in on me.

I can’t help but repeat whenever I feel stranded in the deep.

Lost my own sanity, dead to the world I’m a zombie.

Engulfed by the tide, losing my train of thought as we speak.

Sadly there’s no end to this misery.

Got complications with my dignity.

So I cry, I weep and I lose my seat.

Hard to think on my feet when my head is as empty as my dreams.

Everyday that passes on the feeling in my brain gets way too strong.

I fear I may never get along with my demons in my head because they say I’m always wrong.

I wish I could just press restart on my life and start over again but as time goes by I realize I’ll be lost to consumption and that isn’t just a fucking assumption.(uh)

Because of these pills I can’t help but feel paranoia, anxiety ridden chills.

She’s got me popping perks, I can’t keep still.

She told she didn’t know that I had those feels.

Sniffing up an extra one, what’s the deal?

She really had me head over heels for real.

Killing me because she couldn’t handle my feels.

Honestly, I don’t know how else to fucking deal.

These drugs ain’t enough to delete your messages.

I’m crippled by her smell, she left her fragrances.

Satan in my room telling me I don’t have a passage.

I’m a lost soul in the afterlife.

Tell myself that she’s my paradise.

The drugs will never be enough to fulfill your life.

Life is shit and respect can only take you so far.

Don’t wanna get into it just wanna look at the stars.

If I get into it then Cupid will shoot me through the heart.

If I keep doing these drugs then they’ll tear me apart.

I don’t want nobody but I think I need somebody.

A girl who’s naughty and knows how to politely throw it back.

Be like Bruce and Holly, going all night, that’s a fact.

Watch her throw her moves as I lay back and relax.

But currently I still sit here and cough and bleed while I feel the world coming close to me.

So I cry and I weep, I say the wrong things so she ignores me.

Lost in my dreams, demons attacking me as I sleep.

Wake up to a panic attack but that’s just a sign that I can’t breath.

If only I could just suffocate in my sleep.

If only I could just die in my dreams.

Go out in a peaceful way so I don’t gotta be fucking suffering all god damn day.

Because I fucking cough and I bleed, I feel the world closing in on me.

I can’t help but repeat whenever I feel stranded in the deep.

Lost my own sanity, dead to the world I’m a zombie.

Engulfed by the tide, losing my fucking train of thought as we speak.

Sadly there’s no end to this misery.

Got complications with my dignity.

I cry, I weep and I lose my seat.

Hard to think on my feet when my head is as empty as my dreams.

(Goodnight)

(Goodbye)

(So high)

(But it’s not right)

(Truth hurts)

(I might die)

(Heart burns)

(I’ll be alright)